A couple of weeks ago, a combination of a hurry, a wet leaf and a pothole resulted in my coming off a bicycle and hitting the ground with, according to the maths, about a metric ton of force. Mostly, I landed on my left hand. Shockingly, I didn’t actually break anything. But the hand is finally the same size and colour as its counterpart, so I went riding on the bike that has an engine. This may have been a mistake, because the left hand, as every biker knows, is the clutch hand.
Now, Harley has lightened their clutches over the past few years, but they’re not exactly featherweight. Every gear change was blindingly painful. And I mean blindingly. This is not an advisable state in which to ride when there’s already a) holiday traffic, b) wet roads and c) bright sunlight to contend with.
However, that impromptu physio session now complete without accident (although I must have been hell to be stuck behind), it will hopefully get easier again. And since it's winter, less bright, too, which should help the blinding factor.
